This is just a filler, sorry. But there is gonna be a time jump between this chapter the next and I didn't want to add it to the end of this one. So next chapter it's gonna jump a bit so she gets more settled into a town that hates her. Thank you all for your reviews and following and favorites. Since I'm new at writing stuff it still makes me giddy and jump around every time I get an email like that.
Andy's anger was becoming a whole new issue in her life.
Her rage was on the borderline of unbearable. She needed an out lit before it became too much and she snapped. Numerous holes filled her walls at home; they were last minute out lit's that she used before her eyes were over taken by red.
She had gone too long without causing someone pain. Without seeing complete fear in another's eyes as she hurt them. Her body was begging to do something, but with her new personal police officer it was becoming harder and harder to get away with things.
Deputy Hale considered stalking Andy Palon in his job description, each time she would see the cruiser parked across the street from her home she would storm outside her eyes blazing and arms shaking and ask what he was doing.
His reply's angered her to the point of plotting his death, he needed to go away. And he wasn't listening to the threats she was issuing him, she needed him gone and soon, so she could take out her anger on another soul that has it coming.
The options to control her anger were becoming slimmer, she had nowhere to turn. Her house was on the borderline of destroyed, the people of Charming where on high alert about her, and she had a police officer documenting her every move waiting for her to slip up to be carted away to prison again.
So Andy went to a last resort.
The constant hum of the needle calmed Andy while the pinch in her side settled her anger to a simmer.
When Andy couldn't cause others pains he settled with herself. Felling pain was better than feeling numb which was exactly what she was worried about. When she went numb, it was only a matter of moments before she blacked out. And when Andy Palon blacks out, bad things happen.
She took in a steady breath as the needle pushed a little too deep into her rib cage.
"You handle needles well" The comment went unnoticed, while he wiped away extra ink on her skin.
She shrugged her right shoulder before shoving her right arm behind her head, propping herself up to watch him work. She liked watching the vibrating needle break her skin. For most people, watching it, it intensified the pain. But for Andy she enjoyed seeing the cause of the pinching feeling on her skin.
Jack Loft kept his head down, looking intently at his work. The woman's marble like green eyes pierced him, making him avoid her gaze. She was a frightening sight, everything from her wild black hair to prison signs engraved on her hand and wrists.
Although the woman scared him, he refused to coward to her like so many other people of Charming. She was someone to be feared, not shut out.
He tried making meaningless small talk with her like other woman enjoyed but he learned quickly she wasn't like other woman. She was silent and deadly.
He had been warned about her when he moved in.
Jack slumped down on the metal stool around the bar, looking for anyone to keep him company. Charming was a nice place to set up shop, although he had to make his presence known to the town to reel in customers.
"Hi, I'm Jack Loft I just opened Jacks Tatts down the street" he greeted friendly; something he realized went a long way in this town. The two men at his side turned towards him and smiled behind their beards.
"Hi, I'm Henry Crown and this is Robert Turk, we work at the police station" He smiled at the younger man.
"I bet there's not a lot of action in a town like this" he murmured. He had noted the lack of rude people in the town. He didn't really see the need to have more than a few police officers.
The farthest man chuckled darkly at his comment, before looking up from his beer. "You would be surprised, boy."
Jacks head snapped up at the comment, part of him was upset at being called boy while the other was interested in what the man had to say. The way his eyes glistened in the red tinted room and the way his face darkened told Jack it was something worth hearing.
He leaned forward on the bar, looking at the older dark haired man who was starting to get specks of grey in his hair.
"A few years ago, a young girl named Andy Palon was adopted by the Palon's. Real nice couple, loved everyone was involved with everything, real genuine people. "He stopped closing his eyes and opening them angrily.
"She was a troubled teen, something Charming wasn't used to. Yeah sure she may have gotten bullied but no one knows what made her crazy. One day she snapped at her parents, tortured the hell out of them, left the knife and her bloodied clothes in her room and went to school. Forensics said they were dead for at least the weekend. She stayed in a house with two dead bodies for two days before going on her Mary way. Caught her that mornin' at school. Smirked the whole drive to the children's facility up south."
Jack sat back, after hearing that. He was surprised a small town could ever have someone do something like that. From what he understood so far about the town, it was barely caught up to this century let alone teen murderers. He looked at Robert Turk's face noting the far away disgusted look on his face and understood the man kept the details he could barely live with to himself.
It was hard for Jack to put together the pieces and realized the woman he was tattooing was a murderer. Someone who killed her parents in cold blood.
To him she was just quiet, someone who didn't like talking. To him Andy Palon was just another person who looked to have a hard past and enjoyed the pain that still made her a human.
She turned away from him staring out the large window on her right, looking right at the police cruiser that was parked across the street.
"You still hiring?" She growled out, her voice was raspy and tired. Something that was odd to Jack, it scared him shitless but he didn't want to, and was afraid of treating her like everyone else did.
"Yeah, I need some time off." He muttered staring down at his work; the girl was lying on her back in a small black half shirt that showed off her toned stomach that had lines showing the muscles. Scanning her body quickly he noted she was mostly made out of muscle.
He had to admit he was a little distracted when she took off her large green jacket and sat on the leather chair earlier. The colorful tattoos that covered the top half of her body were nice, they flowed together peacefully, going from one tattoo and forming into another. She was no doubt a good looking woman; it was the looks and the vibe she gave off that kept the men at bay.
"Are you considering?" He asked cautiously, the thought of staring at her body now just seemed wrong. He had a girlfriend and she was now a possible apprentice to the shop.
"Yeah" she grunted at him, still staring out the window.
The silence that broke between them was awkward for Jack, he was positive she had no problem with the silence that seemed like something she was most comfortable with.
He finished tracing her waist's tattoos, before pulling the clear plastic wrap off the tray behind him and covered her fresh tattoos. He stood up and watched guiltily while she threw on her green jacket, refusing to zip it up showing the cropped shirt and the plastic around her waist.
The darkened ink standing out nicely with her sun kissed skin.
"Do you have a portfolio I could go over?" he asked nervously, he doubted she was used to waiting.
She rolled up her green sleeves and for a moment Jack was worried she would pumble him, he could handle himself against many people, but he would feel guilty about hitting a woman, and he was also worried that she was as insane as people made her out to be.
Instead she stuck out her arms to him, leaving them hanging in the air.
"From the elbows down, both arms" she grunted, staring down at her own colorful sleeves. Jack stared down cautiously now looking at the creative lines, and free hand she did. It was well done, considering she didn't have stencils and she did it with stolen ink while inside jail.
He nodded happily at the work, "Wanna test it out? See how it goes." He wondered out loud, he had the need to ask, worried she would say no. He felt more like an employee then the hiring boss. She shrugged her shoulders at his question.
"When?"
"How bout Monday, 10 AM, don't be late" he mumbled absent mindedly before his eyes widened and he stared at her with pleading eyes. She stood behind the counter, putting her dark shades on. She lifted her head and arched an eyebrow at him, questioning his sudden weirdness around her. Before she turned and sauntered out of the shop.
Jack let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. If he was going to be this edgy around an employee he would need to learn how to breathe properly.